What is it with the Trip Hop/Acid Jazz?
Aug. 9th, 2003 11:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7I'm in the woods, next to a log cabin that is also a cliff a Tower and a Tree. The woods, all around, are close, and i am readig email/live journal replies, on a terminal, imbeded into the face of it. The format of the email/coments is like a split screen aol, only one side is my comments and the other side holds the comments of the Angel. I reply to this for awhile, because it's really important that i do so, and then i pull away from the terminal. I get the brief flash of an empty parking lot, and the Cliff/Tower aspects of the place.
Very long section of Dream. Things are very fuzzy, here. Don't remember events.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mech_angel is there.
I'm coming in from an airport, and i'm calling my aunt, who is a mixture of my aunt Mica, and my aunt Stacy. She's standing outside of the terminal, out side of the customs stand, which is like a reverse x-ray screening area, because you're Leaving the airport, not going in. And there's some issue with the Jamaican clerk, and my aun'ts using the airport phone, and i'm on my cell phone, and we see each other, and then get off of the phones. I walk through the reverse screening area, with a dirty look/something that there's no name for, from the Clerk. Almost respect, but different from it. The airport is also a music store, and i have on my headphones, listening to music.
I'm in the record-port, withcomorbid and damnedsaint, and we're looking for all kind of music. In my headphones, Mono's "Life in Mono (Ingenue)" Starts playing. I expect it, and i know that it's supposed to happen like this. We're still looking at CDs and someone says to me "No, man, you don't want to transport the CDs like that, they'll get all fucked up. The thing to do is, if you have any old ___ wrapper, slip them in there." He mentions some kind of Candy, that came in these paper slip covers. Throughout this whole thing, there's the feeling of the Beach, in, say New England. A later summer New England beach feel. I slip my CDs, which are mini-disc sized, into these paper covers, and go to leave the record-port.
I'm in a store, with all of these transformers, and characters from my childhood. The Robot things from the Neverending Story II, and Transformers, and people, and birds, and they all have personalities of people from Star Trek. Like, the robot, spider-crab looking thing, which was also Zoidberg, had the personality of Bones. All of the characters are People. My uncle works here, and he's an Autobot that looks kind of like Optimus prime, but, for some reason, no one there likes him. They say he's a slacker, and all kinds of shit, behind his back. The truth of it is, he's simply spreading himself too thin. Trying to do too much, at once. He comes back in, and starts lowering the gate, because it's closing time, and he apologises for falling asleep, out in th mall. Then he passes out, from lack of sleep. People are talking about leaving him, and Bones says, "well you wanted a reason to let him go, there's your reason," and satrs to walk away. Some of us decide to get him some help.
We're in Italy which is also 19th century England., walking through back streets, looking for a Mage that can help him. It's me and Pietro Maximov. Quicksilver. We find one, and he's evil, and Pietro trips him. He tries to conjure a plane, to fly away, but we stop him.
I'm in an attic, and crossing it gives me the feeling of crossing a Vast wasteland. I'm talking to people, online, and looking for someone, in particular. Waiting. I cross the place in a rolling officce chair. I wake up. Kind of
LUXT - [Infinite]--- In my half awake, half asleep state, i reconstruct the dreams, and i try to remember things that have gone before. I tie the symbols together, and glare at my own subconscious.
At one point, some of the last lines from "Amazed," by Poe. "Here i n the foyer, the hallway is small/I don't really think it's a hallway, at all/It's a Maze." And it's my aunt and my mother, in the Navidson House, trying to decide whether to cross the kitchen, because they remember what happened. Then my aunt says, to my mom, "Unles this is all a part of your son's Plan." (Oingo Boingo - [Where Do All My Friends Go]). That came, unbidden, to my head, and i nearly woke completely up, because of it.
More half-thoughts. My alarm goes off. I wake up
I called my dad, because we're supposed to hang out, today. And i haven't seen my sisters, in too long, and my family wants to spend time with me. And there are things that i want to happen, in the next two weeks. And i don't know when i'll be able to hang out with various family, in the ways that they would like, any time, but the times they have set up. (Darkest of the Hillside Thickets - [Hookworm (Live)]). And that bothers me. Always pressure. Always subtle. Always not Really meaning to cause pain, simply wanting to see me.
Yeah. Good morning, dear readers. The subject line is due to the Poe, the Mono, and the fact that the first song on my playlist, this morning was "Lamb - [B Line]." (Yoko Kanno - [Green Bird]). I came to a neat realisation, yesterday. Listen to "Spanish Doll," by Poe, and "Life in Mono," back to back. There are lots of structural similarities. It's spiffy.
And now i'm off to eat, and then to shower. (Carmina Burana - [O Fortuna]). In part, because i'm supposed to be going Somewhere, today. Mainly, because it's good hygine. So i'll catch you kids later....
Very long section of Dream. Things are very fuzzy, here. Don't remember events.
mech_angel is there.I'm coming in from an airport, and i'm calling my aunt, who is a mixture of my aunt Mica, and my aunt Stacy. She's standing outside of the terminal, out side of the customs stand, which is like a reverse x-ray screening area, because you're Leaving the airport, not going in. And there's some issue with the Jamaican clerk, and my aun'ts using the airport phone, and i'm on my cell phone, and we see each other, and then get off of the phones. I walk through the reverse screening area, with a dirty look/something that there's no name for, from the Clerk. Almost respect, but different from it. The airport is also a music store, and i have on my headphones, listening to music.
I'm in the record-port, with
comorbid and damnedsaint, and we're looking for all kind of music. In my headphones, Mono's "Life in Mono (Ingenue)" Starts playing. I expect it, and i know that it's supposed to happen like this. We're still looking at CDs and someone says to me "No, man, you don't want to transport the CDs like that, they'll get all fucked up. The thing to do is, if you have any old ___ wrapper, slip them in there." He mentions some kind of Candy, that came in these paper slip covers. Throughout this whole thing, there's the feeling of the Beach, in, say New England. A later summer New England beach feel. I slip my CDs, which are mini-disc sized, into these paper covers, and go to leave the record-port.I'm in a store, with all of these transformers, and characters from my childhood. The Robot things from the Neverending Story II, and Transformers, and people, and birds, and they all have personalities of people from Star Trek. Like, the robot, spider-crab looking thing, which was also Zoidberg, had the personality of Bones. All of the characters are People. My uncle works here, and he's an Autobot that looks kind of like Optimus prime, but, for some reason, no one there likes him. They say he's a slacker, and all kinds of shit, behind his back. The truth of it is, he's simply spreading himself too thin. Trying to do too much, at once. He comes back in, and starts lowering the gate, because it's closing time, and he apologises for falling asleep, out in th mall. Then he passes out, from lack of sleep. People are talking about leaving him, and Bones says, "well you wanted a reason to let him go, there's your reason," and satrs to walk away. Some of us decide to get him some help.
We're in Italy which is also 19th century England., walking through back streets, looking for a Mage that can help him. It's me and Pietro Maximov. Quicksilver. We find one, and he's evil, and Pietro trips him. He tries to conjure a plane, to fly away, but we stop him.
I'm in an attic, and crossing it gives me the feeling of crossing a Vast wasteland. I'm talking to people, online, and looking for someone, in particular. Waiting. I cross the place in a rolling officce chair. I wake up. Kind of
LUXT - [Infinite]--- In my half awake, half asleep state, i reconstruct the dreams, and i try to remember things that have gone before. I tie the symbols together, and glare at my own subconscious.
At one point, some of the last lines from "Amazed," by Poe. "Here i n the foyer, the hallway is small/I don't really think it's a hallway, at all/It's a Maze." And it's my aunt and my mother, in the Navidson House, trying to decide whether to cross the kitchen, because they remember what happened. Then my aunt says, to my mom, "Unles this is all a part of your son's Plan." (Oingo Boingo - [Where Do All My Friends Go]). That came, unbidden, to my head, and i nearly woke completely up, because of it.
More half-thoughts. My alarm goes off. I wake up
I called my dad, because we're supposed to hang out, today. And i haven't seen my sisters, in too long, and my family wants to spend time with me. And there are things that i want to happen, in the next two weeks. And i don't know when i'll be able to hang out with various family, in the ways that they would like, any time, but the times they have set up. (Darkest of the Hillside Thickets - [Hookworm (Live)]). And that bothers me. Always pressure. Always subtle. Always not Really meaning to cause pain, simply wanting to see me.
Yeah. Good morning, dear readers. The subject line is due to the Poe, the Mono, and the fact that the first song on my playlist, this morning was "Lamb - [B Line]." (Yoko Kanno - [Green Bird]). I came to a neat realisation, yesterday. Listen to "Spanish Doll," by Poe, and "Life in Mono," back to back. There are lots of structural similarities. It's spiffy.
And now i'm off to eat, and then to shower. (Carmina Burana - [O Fortuna]). In part, because i'm supposed to be going Somewhere, today. Mainly, because it's good hygine. So i'll catch you kids later....
